On and on we seal the pages with salt water and promises to live well to make their deaths count.

But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim.

It must be very fragile, if a handful of berries can bring it down.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad, my brain will give me a happy dream.

It's your own fault for being so camera-ready," I tell Gale. If looks could kill.

No one will forget me. Not my look, not my name. Katniss. The girl who was on fire.

A light was on in the kitchen. His mother sat at the kitchen table, as still as a statue. Her hands were clasped together, and she stared fixatedly at a small stain on the tablecloth. Gregor remembered seeing her that way so many nights after his dad had disappeared. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to scare her or shock her or ever give her any more pain. So, he stepped into the light of the kitchen and said the one thing he knew she wanted to hear most in the world. "Hey, Mom. We're home.